Fat-shaming is impolite, rude, and unkind. There is no reason to make fun of people for their physical appearance. If you have nothing nice to say, keep your mouth shut. This is time tested wisdom.

However, accepting the unhealthy condition of being fat is moronic. It is great to love yourself for who you are but that should not have anything to do with your looks. Your looks will come, go, and ultimately fade over time. No one can escape the cadaver look.

Being overweight increases your healthcare costs, limits how fully you can live your life, and ultimately shortens it. We live in a world where geological weather conditions are entirely our fault but the state of our health is completely random! This is backwards thinking.

There are many health conditions that we cannot control but we can control fat gain.

I’ve never met anyone who truly wanted to be fat. This fat acceptance movement is the plight of people who have tried and failed and tried and failed. I empathize with that. I struggled with being fat all throughout childhood. I was a chubby kid. I was ashamed of it like most kids are. I didn’t want to be shirtless at the pool or any public place.

Things got better around high school when I fell in love with weight lifting and basketball. Both of which only happened because I broke my wrist and needed to rehabilitate my arm after weeks in a cast.

I was a growing boy so the activity and growth spurt made me leaner and I developed muscular definition. I read Men’s Health religiously. Bought their books and studied as much as I could about health and fitness. Most of it worked great until the partying, drinking, and poor sleeping of a 20 something in New York City took its toll.

I became overweight without realizing it. It sneaks up on you and then you deny it. No one wants to be fat.

Eventually I decided that this was unacceptable. No sudden health scare brought upon this decision. The double-edged sword of being young is that you can absorb terrible habits without immediate effects.

I decided to change because I didn’t want to be fat. It was that simple. My family probably fat-shamed me. That’s what families do. They look out for you.

I replaced my bad habits with better ones. Less partying and drinking. More sleep. Back to a consistent gym schedule. Then I began reading and learning everything I could on the current state of health and fitness. I grew up reading years of Men’s Health but information is always changing so you have to continue learning.

I ended up shedding the weight and getting in the best shape ever. I developed new habits and changed my lifestyle but eventually started working long hours which led to poor eating, poor sleep, and less activity. I gained weight and lost muscle. Again. I didn’t realize this until I was cleaning up old files on my computer and found pictures from a few years ago showing abs and general muscular definition.

The bathroom mirror confirmed what I didn’t want to believe. I was shocked. I had let my habits slip and wasn’t as fit as I imagined. This is something I can fix so I did.

These are the ebbs and flows of life.

Fat acceptance robs you of the important lesson that you are in control of your life. That you can overcome obstacles. Fat acceptance is bad for your physical health and your mental health. Do not accept it.